08-04-2008, 03:21 PM
The Job written by Chinadoll
Andy sat across the dining room table, watching as Carrie finished off the last of the steak and grilled onions he made for dinner. She noticed him watching her and looked up to smile seductively. He sipped his wine and stood. "You just about done?" He said, picking up empty plates and dishes to take into the kitchen.
"Yeah." She said and stood, putting the last fork full into her mouth. "What time are we suppose to be at your mothers?" She asked, following him into the kitchen with her empty plate and wine glass. He glanced at his watch. "Seven, she is expecting us to play cards all night, so be prepared." He teased as he began rinsing off dishes and putting them into the dishwasher. "Do you think she will like me?" He laughed and closed the dishwasher, turning to pull the 4ft,100lb frame into his arms. "She will love
you." He said softly and lowered his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and melted into his embrace, tasting him as his hands moved over her back, sliding down to grip her rounded jeaned butt. She moaned softly loving the feel of him. "Go get your coat." He said after he pulled his mouth a few inches above hers. She grinned, "Yes sir." She turned and slowly switched away, glancing back over her shoulder as she walked. He watched her smiling.
Once she was gone, he turned back to the counter and pulled a small vile of thick white liquid out of the drawer, it was just about empty. He pulled the top off and poured the last of it down the drain, turning on the garbage disposal to crunch down the leftovers from their dinner.
When he finished, he quickly wiped down the counters, the doors and the table where they ate, before stuffing everything into a small duffel bag. He took on last look at the house he had called home for nearly a year, and slowly turned out the lights.....
It took nearly thirty minutes for Carrie to freshen up and change clothes three times. She wanted to make a good first appearance for Andy's mom. She wanted her to like her so bad that it seemed to be making her stomach unsettled.
She swallowed thickly as she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She was suddenly feeling nauseated and slightly dizzy. She swallowed again, and touched her stomach with the flat of her right hand. "Come on baby, we gotta long drive!" Andy called from downstairs. "Comin!" She called back and turned to grab her coat as she left the room.
Once they got on the road, Carrie laid back in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, closing her eyes. In the fifteen minutes it had taken to pull out of the driveway and get onto the highway, her slight stomach upset had turned into a full-scale stomachache. The nausea was becoming horrible and the world was spinning viciously around her.
She moaned softly.
Andy glanced over at her and smiled. He reached across her and gently lifted her hand off her belly, letting it fall to her side. It did so weakly and without resistance. He then laid his large callused palm over her slightly protruding belly and pushed slowly into her.
She moaned deeper in response and turned her head restlessly from side to side. Pain etched her forehead as his palm continued to invade her
insides.
She gagged slightly and swallowed quickly, moaning. He glanced back at road and pulled off the main highway onto a dark isolated road. He drove another twenty minutes, before pulling off the road and into a large gathering of trees. He stopped the car and got out.
Carrie whimpered as she was pulled out of the jeep and carried into the trees. Her eyes slowly opened as her wrists were pulled upward and tied down, her body left hanging a few inches off the ground. She blinked, the dizzying haze slowly leaving her, Andy's dark shape coming to into focus.
He smiled. "Hello baby." She frowned, her stomach still throbbing and dangerously unstable. "Wwwhat are you...what are you doing?" She managed. He laughed. "You have a lot of enemies love, very important people." Her frown deepened. "I..I don't unders..." He cut her off with a deep and heavy punch to the lower belly. "Mmph!" She said and tried to double over, but her bound wrists prevented much movement.
"I was hired to get you out of the way, it would seem you do your job way too well and you know too much." She swallowed and coughed. "Please..."
He let loose with another solid punch to her lower belly.
"Mmmmph!"
She coughed again and gagged slightly. He punched her third time, this time deep into her belly button. "Mmmph!" She groaned, just before her stomach revolted and vomit gushed up from her throat. She managed to drop her head forward and the thick stream of liquid spewed down the front of her, soiling her clothing and forming a puddle beneath her dangling feet.....
He laughed as she whimpered and began to sob, her wrists bloody and bruised from her squirming and trying to get loose. He stood before her now, pummeling her belly button, over and over, no mercy, no ceasing. She hung limply, barely conscious of anything other than the constant vomiting. Several minutes before, her stomach had shown that it was empty, but as he continued to pound her, blood took its place.
Andy noticed that she was not moving, and with further inspection, found that she was too weak and too far-gone to do more than whimper softly. He stepped back, breathing deeply and pulled a long sharp bowie knife from his pant leg. The metal blade caught the sparkle of the moon and glittered loudly as he approached the weak and pale form dangling before him.
Gently, he pushed his finger up under her chin and lifted her lips up for his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting the remnant of regurgitated food and blood. "It'll be better in a few minutes love, I promise." He whispered, just as he shoved the blade into her belly, the tip pushing through her skin, her muscles, her organs, and finally coming out the other side.
Blood gurgled up and out of her mouth in thick gulps, spilling down her chin and chest. Her body twitched and convulsed, the flesh folding inward over the sharp edges of the blade, only to push out a few seconds later and let blood freely spill over the knife, Andy's hand, and quickly slide down the length of her body, soiling her jeans.
Her eyes rolled up into her head as she gasped and vomited blood, twitching from the last phases of death. Finally in one dramatic gasp,
she went limp and hung completely still. Andy took a deep breath and pulled the knife out, stepping back to view his work.
Before him she hung, suspended by her bloody bruised wrists, between two large trees. Her head slumped against her chest, her clothing soiled with blood and vomit. He stepped closer to her, to pull her long black curls up and around her face, so that her hair hung loosely against her shoulders. He smiled when the look was perfected, then turned on his heel and went back to the jeep. He had money to collect and a plane to catch.
Andy sat across the dining room table, watching as Carrie finished off the last of the steak and grilled onions he made for dinner. She noticed him watching her and looked up to smile seductively. He sipped his wine and stood. "You just about done?" He said, picking up empty plates and dishes to take into the kitchen.
"Yeah." She said and stood, putting the last fork full into her mouth. "What time are we suppose to be at your mothers?" She asked, following him into the kitchen with her empty plate and wine glass. He glanced at his watch. "Seven, she is expecting us to play cards all night, so be prepared." He teased as he began rinsing off dishes and putting them into the dishwasher. "Do you think she will like me?" He laughed and closed the dishwasher, turning to pull the 4ft,100lb frame into his arms. "She will love
you." He said softly and lowered his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and melted into his embrace, tasting him as his hands moved over her back, sliding down to grip her rounded jeaned butt. She moaned softly loving the feel of him. "Go get your coat." He said after he pulled his mouth a few inches above hers. She grinned, "Yes sir." She turned and slowly switched away, glancing back over her shoulder as she walked. He watched her smiling.
Once she was gone, he turned back to the counter and pulled a small vile of thick white liquid out of the drawer, it was just about empty. He pulled the top off and poured the last of it down the drain, turning on the garbage disposal to crunch down the leftovers from their dinner.
When he finished, he quickly wiped down the counters, the doors and the table where they ate, before stuffing everything into a small duffel bag. He took on last look at the house he had called home for nearly a year, and slowly turned out the lights.....
It took nearly thirty minutes for Carrie to freshen up and change clothes three times. She wanted to make a good first appearance for Andy's mom. She wanted her to like her so bad that it seemed to be making her stomach unsettled.
She swallowed thickly as she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She was suddenly feeling nauseated and slightly dizzy. She swallowed again, and touched her stomach with the flat of her right hand. "Come on baby, we gotta long drive!" Andy called from downstairs. "Comin!" She called back and turned to grab her coat as she left the room.
Once they got on the road, Carrie laid back in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, closing her eyes. In the fifteen minutes it had taken to pull out of the driveway and get onto the highway, her slight stomach upset had turned into a full-scale stomachache. The nausea was becoming horrible and the world was spinning viciously around her.
She moaned softly.
Andy glanced over at her and smiled. He reached across her and gently lifted her hand off her belly, letting it fall to her side. It did so weakly and without resistance. He then laid his large callused palm over her slightly protruding belly and pushed slowly into her.
She moaned deeper in response and turned her head restlessly from side to side. Pain etched her forehead as his palm continued to invade her
insides.
She gagged slightly and swallowed quickly, moaning. He glanced back at road and pulled off the main highway onto a dark isolated road. He drove another twenty minutes, before pulling off the road and into a large gathering of trees. He stopped the car and got out.
Carrie whimpered as she was pulled out of the jeep and carried into the trees. Her eyes slowly opened as her wrists were pulled upward and tied down, her body left hanging a few inches off the ground. She blinked, the dizzying haze slowly leaving her, Andy's dark shape coming to into focus.
He smiled. "Hello baby." She frowned, her stomach still throbbing and dangerously unstable. "Wwwhat are you...what are you doing?" She managed. He laughed. "You have a lot of enemies love, very important people." Her frown deepened. "I..I don't unders..." He cut her off with a deep and heavy punch to the lower belly. "Mmph!" She said and tried to double over, but her bound wrists prevented much movement.
"I was hired to get you out of the way, it would seem you do your job way too well and you know too much." She swallowed and coughed. "Please..."
He let loose with another solid punch to her lower belly.
"Mmmmph!"
She coughed again and gagged slightly. He punched her third time, this time deep into her belly button. "Mmmph!" She groaned, just before her stomach revolted and vomit gushed up from her throat. She managed to drop her head forward and the thick stream of liquid spewed down the front of her, soiling her clothing and forming a puddle beneath her dangling feet.....
He laughed as she whimpered and began to sob, her wrists bloody and bruised from her squirming and trying to get loose. He stood before her now, pummeling her belly button, over and over, no mercy, no ceasing. She hung limply, barely conscious of anything other than the constant vomiting. Several minutes before, her stomach had shown that it was empty, but as he continued to pound her, blood took its place.
Andy noticed that she was not moving, and with further inspection, found that she was too weak and too far-gone to do more than whimper softly. He stepped back, breathing deeply and pulled a long sharp bowie knife from his pant leg. The metal blade caught the sparkle of the moon and glittered loudly as he approached the weak and pale form dangling before him.
Gently, he pushed his finger up under her chin and lifted her lips up for his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting the remnant of regurgitated food and blood. "It'll be better in a few minutes love, I promise." He whispered, just as he shoved the blade into her belly, the tip pushing through her skin, her muscles, her organs, and finally coming out the other side.
Blood gurgled up and out of her mouth in thick gulps, spilling down her chin and chest. Her body twitched and convulsed, the flesh folding inward over the sharp edges of the blade, only to push out a few seconds later and let blood freely spill over the knife, Andy's hand, and quickly slide down the length of her body, soiling her jeans.
Her eyes rolled up into her head as she gasped and vomited blood, twitching from the last phases of death. Finally in one dramatic gasp,
she went limp and hung completely still. Andy took a deep breath and pulled the knife out, stepping back to view his work.
Before him she hung, suspended by her bloody bruised wrists, between two large trees. Her head slumped against her chest, her clothing soiled with blood and vomit. He stepped closer to her, to pull her long black curls up and around her face, so that her hair hung loosely against her shoulders. He smiled when the look was perfected, then turned on his heel and went back to the jeep. He had money to collect and a plane to catch.